VIM Issue 1 2011 low resolution - All Saints College
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FROM THE CHAPLAIN<br />
The Road to Easter<br />
Here is Number 6 in the series of Characters<br />
on the Road to Easter - Simon of Cyrene.<br />
There is one tantalising verse which describes<br />
Simon’s life changing encounter:<br />
Mark 15:21 A certain man from Cyrene,<br />
Simon , the father of Alexander and Rufus,<br />
was passing by on his way in from the country<br />
and they forced him to carry the cross.<br />
This episode occurs between the flogging and<br />
mocking of Jesus and the arrival at the place<br />
called Golgotha where Jesus was crucified.<br />
Later in life Simon remembers:<br />
I just heard you singing: ‘Were you there<br />
when they crucified my Lord…?’ Well, yes,<br />
I was.<br />
In our tradition there is a verse from the book<br />
of Ecclesiastes, talking of the aged which has<br />
the words - ‘when the almond tree blossoms’.<br />
(Eccl 12:5)<br />
My hair is white and sparse now, like the<br />
blossoms of the almond tree. This time in<br />
my life is seared in my memory. It was at the<br />
time when my orchard of almond trees in the<br />
country was in blossom – the spring in the<br />
land I love, the hills of Judea.<br />
The family property was not far from<br />
Jerusalem; we had bought it with money from<br />
our trading. My wife and I had only been here<br />
a few years.<br />
My birth place is northern Africa; you would<br />
know it as Libya; I knew it as Cyrene. We<br />
had tracts of fertile stone-free ground which<br />
would produce the choicest crops of wheat for<br />
the mills of Rome. Rome was where all the<br />
money was and it was just across the sea to<br />
the capital. I had it all lined up - the planters,<br />
the reapers and the shippers. That is what gave<br />
me the capital to buy here in the country of my<br />
ancestors.<br />
I wanted to be near Jerusalem for the Spring<br />
Passover. Others could only go once in their<br />
lifetimes. I went many times.<br />
We couldn’t grow wheat here because of the<br />
stony ground but we could plant olives and<br />
almonds. The crops were good. God was good<br />
in giving us the harvest – the work of our<br />
hands, by the sweat of our brow.<br />
I was just coming home from the country<br />
early, as I had to get ready for the Passover<br />
- we had family with us from Cyrene. It was<br />
only half way through the day. As I approached<br />
the city walls I came across a tangle of people:<br />
Roman soldiers, shouters, Temple officials,<br />
commoners, people from the north, Galileans,<br />
shouting and groaning, weeping, padding<br />
at a distance. It was just outside those old<br />
walls, on the road to the hill that looks like a<br />
skull, Golgotha. I was walking past where the<br />
Jericho road branches off.<br />
Though Jewish, I have some black looks in<br />
me. As I was brushing past this knot of people<br />
the gaze of a dreaded Roman soldier met mine.<br />
He seemed to be having a difficult time and<br />
under occupation law we are required to carry<br />
their packs. Even though I was going past he<br />
grabbed my arm and I thought that I was done<br />
for, because you know the cruelty of these<br />
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men. They are so far from home and without the<br />
comforts of marriage. On the road there was a man<br />
I recognised, the Nazarene, but he was bloodied<br />
and so messed. He was creeping with his cross -<br />
just the great log of a bar – the upright was waiting<br />
for him down the road and up the hill of Golgotha.<br />
He was weak. Before I knew it my shoulder bag<br />
with its supply of bitter herbs for the Passover was<br />
left on the roadside and I was flung towards Jesus<br />
with the barked order to carry his log – his burden<br />
of the cross.<br />
Being a Jew I thought that he was getting his<br />
just reward - because he claimed to be equal<br />
with God, a position of blasphemy in our Jewish<br />
understanding. I bent to haul up his log, and from<br />
that moment I knew something had happened. I<br />
could not help brushing against him as I pulled up<br />
his log, and his eyes met mine. He was at peace,<br />
in all the pain. His blood spilled on me and I<br />
remembered the readings in the books of Moses<br />
where our ancestors put the blood of the Lamb<br />
on their doorways and our people in Egypt were<br />
spared. We had already bought our lamb, and<br />
the preparations for the Passover were even then<br />
underway, at the hands of my beloved, the wife of<br />
my youth. I seemed to hear in my brain the words<br />
‘Behold the Lamb of God….’<br />
I looked into his gaze again and saw that he was<br />
not a violent man. I had hired and fired many,<br />
and I consider myself a pretty good judge of<br />
character. This man was different. From his eyes<br />
love f<strong>low</strong>ed to me, as if it was life and a flame. I<br />
felt that I counted. I felt that I was in the presence<br />
of God himself. I heard his voice speaking to me,<br />
even in his great pain. I saw the thorns, with one<br />
just piercing his right eyebrow, the blood scars<br />
on his back and his heaving ribs. He spoke in a<br />
calm voice. I should be comforting him and yet<br />
he comforted me. It was as if I was at rest in his<br />
presence. I could handle the weight – I was strong<br />
then. My hands could grasp the upper end of the<br />
log. I heard later that he had said those words about<br />
coming to him all who were laden and he would<br />
give them rest. Despite all the clamour outside<br />
I was at rest inside. Yes, those words continue –<br />
‘Come unto me…Take my yoke upon you and I<br />
will give you rest.’ During the days after, when I<br />
heard Peter preach it came to me that I was the<br />
first to take his yoke. What a privilege. I pondered<br />
this over the years. I was African and I represented<br />
my people by taking His yoke. ‘Take my yoke and<br />
learn for me for I am gentle and humble in heart<br />
and you will find rest for your souls.’ (Matt 11:28)<br />
I had read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise<br />
and very beautiful but I never read in either of<br />
them ‘Come unto me all you that labour and are<br />
heavy laden’.<br />
On that road I got a taste of the suffering that Jesus<br />
had before him. There was the loneliness mixed<br />
with the hatred of the temple top brass. I thought<br />
he had disciples but could not see any in the knot of<br />
people, only his women screaming and weeping.<br />
It was as if those around were making him a<br />
scapegoat, killing him for their own sins.<br />
Other thoughts came to me. From then I had the<br />
taste of how Moses felt after he had met God<br />
face to face; I think I know how Jacob felt as he<br />
wrestled all night with God. God was now more<br />
than a thing, God was a personal being. Religion<br />
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was more than a toy or a hobby, it was a life<br />
and death matter.<br />
We got to the place of the skull. I had seen it<br />
before as I had walked by but now, looking<br />
down, I saw every stone and tuft of grass.<br />
We inched up the track, whipped on by the<br />
brutal soldiers, who wanted to get the thing<br />
over so they could go for a pint. I still have<br />
the welts from the whip. I put the log down,<br />
and they lay Jesus across it. I know, I know<br />
the pain – the soldiers took one great thud<br />
to drive the rods through his forearms, and I<br />
retched when I saw and heard the crunch of<br />
the rod as it hit through his ankles.<br />
I stayed and heard his words ‘Father forgive<br />
them for they know not what they do’. I<br />
heard the abuse and pain of one of the others<br />
who was hung up. And I heard the haunting<br />
words to the other – ‘Today you shall be<br />
with me in paradise.’<br />
In these almond blossom years I wait to hear<br />
those words of love and welcome.<br />
I could not participate in the Passover that<br />
year as I was considered unclean.<br />
It was Mary, Jesus’ mother, who sought me<br />
out afterwards and invited me to friendship<br />
with the others. I remember her contorted<br />
face and the words, ‘Thank you’.<br />
I told my story many times to the others who<br />
had run away. But then we saw him and I<br />
knelt and kissed him. I was blessed by him<br />
and told, with the others, to go and make his<br />
message known.<br />
My two boys, Rufus and Alexander, were<br />
only young then, but they are now Spiritfilled<br />
ministers in the church in Jerusalem.<br />
I have seen the Lord and called him by name<br />
- My Lord and My God.<br />
We need to be ready for when the time<br />
comes for us to take up our cross. We cannot<br />
pick the time, otherwise we would put it off,<br />
saying: ‘Lord, I’ll take it up tomorrow’.<br />
Once we begin picking the time for the cross<br />
then we’ll start picking the size and then the<br />
weight and finally the convenience.<br />
In my years I have seen others bearing<br />
their cross - weighed by persecution,<br />
suffering and shame, as they were<br />
commanded to do by our Lord.<br />
I see now that if there is No Cross on this<br />
side of heaven there will be No Crown in<br />
heaven.<br />
Father Paul Woodhart.